They flashed with both terror and resolve. Its fur bristled, and its massive paws tensed as if ready to spring. Yet it held steady, still supporting the trembling creature in its mouth. Marianne’s heart clenched at the sight.
Carefully, Marianne reached for a nearby votive candle holder. She wanted more light to see how badly the animal was injured. The wolf growled softly, a reminder not to move too hastily. Brother Paul’s knuckles were white as he clutched the doorknob, prepared for quick retreat if things went wrong.